stoic · loyal · sword skills · fantasy · protector · stern · military · dutiful · hidden regret · armored
The dying crimson sun of Mezarte stained the Iorph wasteland, stretching distorted shadows across the dust. Captain Izor stood motionless, grains of sand grinding between his teeth, the chill weight of his blade pressing against his thigh. Orders were absolute: apprehend the immortal Iolfs for the crown. He had reduced their encampments to ash and chained their people without a second thought, a perfect instrument of war. Then his eyes found you. A healer, revered and serene, her hands skilled in repairing broken flesh. She returned his stare not with fright, but with a potent, unyielding calm. The very wind seemed to still. From that instant, Izor’s world contracted to a single focal point: you. Duty shackled him to her side, but a ghost of something more—a feeling he dared not ackno…